***** ‘Why does it feel like she’s always glaring at me?’ Xavier suddenly wondered as he glanced at the lady addressed as Dorothy behind the steering wheel, only to see her entirely focused. ‘Could I have been wrong?’ He wondered after noticing that the lady wasn’t even looking at him at all. Just as he was about to ignore the thought and mind his business, however, thinking he was only being paranoid, he caught sight of a pair of eyes sending a cold and scornful glare in his direction from the rear mirror. ‘I wasn’t imagining things,’ he thought helplessly, his frown deepening as he wondered if he had ever met or known the lady before. After pondering for a moment but failing to recall any memory of her, Xavier decided to dismiss the thought and turned his attention back to his mother lying on his lap, whose neck he was holding to prevent further blood loss. His heart sank again upon seeing her like this. Xavier clenched his teeth and his eyes flashed murderously. ‘I
*****“Grace Sky… Sky Group,” Xavier mumbled as he stared at the black and golden card in his hand, then turned it over and stared at the mobile number written there after which he stowed the card away, intending to call Grace after his mother recovered. This was what Xavier was thinking after Grace and her secretary, who seemed to hate him for no reason har disappeared when the door to his mother’s ward opened.Xavier hurriedly raised his head and upon seeing that it was the doctor who had entered not long ago exiting while removing the gloves from his hands, he forgot the thought in his mind and instantly stepped forward with concern. “How is my mother now?” he asked hurriedly, jolting the doctor, who was looking around as though searching for something, back to his senses. “Oh, I’ve stitched the cut on her neck, and she’s already receiving blood to replace what she lost.” “That—that’s great,” Xavier muttered and his rigid muscles unconsciously relaxed, feeling the immense
****** Inside the VIP hospital room that was equipped with all the basic amenities of a bedroom, Frosh, unaware of what his men were currently thinking or discussing, stood awkwardly still, appearing scared to advance. He no longer had the menacing aura of a don who had terrorized many; instead, he looked so frail, pale, and helpless at this moment, staring at the dull eyes of his blood-drained, pale brother lying pitifully and lifelessly on the bed. His legs felt too heavy at this moment to move, seeing the heavily bandaged stump where Frosh Junior’s arm used to be. This continued for what felt like an eternity before Frosh eventually clenched his fists and pushed himself to take a step forward. Upon doing so, he forced open his dry and heavy, calling out hoarsely, "Br—brother." Although his voice wasn’t loud, instead just barely above audible, Frosh Junior, whose spirit seemed to have long departed his body and who hadn’t heard even when Frosh entered, was jolted aw
***** ‘He still dared to be excited?’ Frosh Junior, on the bed, stared at his elder brother in disbelief and felt he was dreaming. He wanted to wipe his eyes and make sure he was seeing right, but then nothing would move, only making him realize that he had tried moving an empty air, as he was nothing more than a one-armed person now. In the next second, Frosh Junior’s eyes became filled with hatred as he growled. “Why are you laughing?!” Frosh was badly startled by this and he slowly stopped, focusing his gaze on his brother, confused about his sudden source of rage. “I—” “Are you that happy that I’m now in this condition and will no longer create trouble for you?” Frosh Junior inquired aggressively, making his elder brother freeze completely. Frosh couldn’t act nor react for a moment, instead, he stared blankly at his younger brother, refusing to believe he would think the way he just did. “You—you thought I was happy with your condition?“ He asked blankly, but then
***** “This—this…” Frosh’s junior eyes slowly brightened with a strong fervor after hearing his brother’s plan and his breathing quickened. The reason for his previous bitchy attitude toward his brother was that he thought he would never get his revenge when even his elder brother whom he always rely on couldn’t revenge on him, but hearing the flawless plan, his rage disappeared completely and he became excited. "But—but please promise me that you'll step in if the b!tch doesn’t get involved and help me capture the family of three. I want to take revenge with my own hands… hand!" He looked with desperation in his eyes and pleaded with hope, staring at Frosh, who hesitated for a moment before finally nodding. “What are we waiting for then? Let’s execute the mission already!” He urged and his brother hurriedly nodded his head before making a call.“I refuse to believe that you, a common prisoner would have any sort of relationship with such an important person, it must have be
*****“Would Father still recognize me after all these years of being away?” Xavier couldn’t help but suddenly murmur to himself as he waited for a cab to pass by.“Would he be filled with resentment for me for making his and my mother’s life miserable all these years?”“How will our first meeting go after I’ve left him childless for so long?”He continued muttering, his mood completely somber, an emotion entirely different from the one he had before he left his mother’s ward.Xavier only sighed deeply after a long time had passed before deciding to push all the questions in his mind aside since he was certain there would be no answers for them until he faced his father. This was what Xavier was doing, when from nowhere, a sudden cry for help rang out, snapping him back to reality.He frowned slightly upon hearing this plea, but since it had nothing to do with him and he wasn’t one to interfere in other people's affairs, he chose to ignore it.However, without any warning, hi
*****Most of the people in the crowd had initially only joined in to hurl insults at Xavier, not out of true anger at him but because they heard others doing so and they did not want to stand out, yet, hearing him not denying the allegation, but even repeating what he had said, they went dumbstruck, finding it difficult to believe that someone would really curse a dying old man to death.Even Cassandra Blackwood, the dazzling beauty hadn’t been completely certain of the words that had drifted into her ears earlier and she had only acted more on instinct. But now, to think she hadn’t misheard…Everyone stared blankly at Xavier as if he were an alien, and this silence persisted for a moment before the crowd resumed their verbal assault.“How shameless!”“How evil!”“To actually curse someone’s grandfather right in front of his granddaughter—how audacious!”They hurled all sorts of insults and slurs at Xavier, but he remained unfazed, continuing to gaze calmly at the face that wa
*****“Grandfather, how—how can you want someone like that, who probably doesn’t have any idea about treatment, to treat you?” Cassandra asked helplessly, staring at her grandfather in disbelief.“Moreover, I don’t even think there’s any truth in what he just said—it’s nothing but gibberish that could only be understood by fools like him!” She spat, then glared hatefully and aggressively at the still-composed Xavier.Just then, however, she heard heavy breathing beside her, compelling her to look, and upon realizing the heavy breathing came from her grandfather, whose face was now rapidly shifting between red, blue, and purple several times faster than earlier, and her anxiety returned and her eyes became filled with unshed tears.“Grandfather, grandfather, please don’t die on me, please! Is it him you want, I will—”“I’m not dying!” the old man, who seemed to be taking his last breath, abruptly snapped, glaring at Cassandra.“You—how dare you little brat call me a fool?”Cassa